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Updated: June 3, 2025
In the early days of the following spring a party of miners on their way to new diggings passed along the Gulch, and straying through the deserted shanties found in one of them the body of Hiram Beeson, stretched upon a bunk, with a bullet hole through the heart.
Our obstinate paths met at the base of a small point white with alkali, running shortly into the sedges. Had we timed by agreement beforehand we could not have acted with more precision. So here we halted, in narrow quarters, either willing but unable to yield to the other. She smiled. I thought that she looked thinner. "An unexpected pleasure, Mr. Beeson. At least, for me. It has been some days."
"Don't think anything of it." "Answered in the true spirit of a Briton!" laughed the other. "I fancy, too, it'll be a long time before John Bull ceases to stamp around, master of his own shores, or Britannia no longer rules the deep. But how is your friend, Sir Charles Wray? I had the pleasure of meeting him the other morning in the court room." "Same as usual, I imagine, Judge Beeson."
"It is Martin Lavosse," she said. "You danced with him. He is so gay. O Marie!" and her face was alight. "No, it is not Martin. I would not mind if it were. But he is so young, only eighteen." "You are young, too." Marie sighed again. "You have not seen him. It is Antoine Beeson. He is a boat builder, and has been buying some of the newly surveyed land down at the southern end.
'You're decided enough, sir, in your play, they tell me, the vindictive little baronet commented on his hesitation, and Woodseer sprang to the proffered vacant place. But he had to speak of his fly waiting for him at the steps of a certain hotel. 'Best hotel in the town! Sir Beeson exclaimed pointedly to Henrietta, reading her constraint with this comical object before her.
Beeson spoke as if a sojourn in his warm cabin on such a night, as compared with walking fourteen miles up to the throat in snow with a cutting crust, would be an intolerable hardship. By way of reply, his guest unbuttoned the blanket overcoat. The host laid fresh fuel on the fire, swept the hearth with the tail of a wolf, and added: "But I think you'd better skedaddle."
Having brought his volumes together in a little pile, Steele absently separated them again; at the same time Sir Charles and his party walked toward the bench. They were met by his lordship and cordially greeted. "A privilege, Sir Charles, to meet one we have heard of so often, in the antipodes." "Thank you. His lordship, Judge Beeson, m'dear, whose decisions "
"God in Heaven! You disposed of? I disposed of? And my honor, madam! What of that?" "And what of mine, Mr. Beeson?" She stamped her foot, coloring. "Will you turn your back, or ? Oh, we've talked too long. But the belt you shall have. Here " She fumbled within her gown. "And now, adios and good luck. You shall not despise me." The chief was advancing accompanied by a warrior.
For somehow she could not fancy herself in a home with a husband like Marie Beeson, or Madelon Freché, or several of the girls a little older than herself. The commonplaces of life, the monotonous work, the continual admiration and approval of one man who seemed in no way admirable would be slow death.
She met the suitor with a friendly greeting as if he were an ordinary visitor, and they talked of the impending changes in the town, the coming of the Americans, the stir in business prospects, M. Beeson was not much of a waster of words, and he came to the point presently. "It will be hard to spare Marie," she said with an accent of regret.
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